Eight Good Reasons to Read #Incandescently

Éolie… My heart takes a tumble just at the fleeting thought of her. My one and only bright light in a messed-up childhood. Long lost love, a strange recurring theme of mine I’ve been grappling with my whole life.

I sigh heavily.

Don’t go there man.

Reason No. 7 – it has a light sprinkle of storybook fairy dust, magic and whimsy.

Reason No. 6 – it has a quirky heroine and a dash of preternatural senses.

“Liam O’shea, you’re hereby put under observation.” I perk up somehow at the idea of treating this like any other scientific project I worked on. And come Monday, I’ll dive into your natural habitat to study your mating rituals and note anything worth emulating.

Reason No. 5 – Liam O’Shea…

My gaze lands on a small hoodied figure sitting in the back, and our eyes lock for a fraction of a second. I’m knocked sideways, recognizing their dazzling shade of pale aqua in an instant. I catch my breath, and pray I won’t lose all composure.

Reason No. 4 – puts you right back to reason No. 5.

“Éolie…” I grab her and hold on tight, unable to bear even the smallest distance between us. I can feel her trembling in my arms—or is it me trembling in hers? “Say my name again,” I entreat, close to undone.

“Liam,” she breathes, and I close my eyes, wonderstruck, heart cracked wide open by the sound of a voice I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear out loud.

Reason No 3. – Happily Ever After grabs you from the first and doesn’t let you go.

“More. I want to live, Éolie. With you. I want you to wake up next to me, and kiss me good morning, every morning. That connection we had, I want it back, in flesh and blood normal. Just say yes and stay, don’t go. We’ll take it as slow as you need, I promise you. Just … stay with me.”

Reason No. 2 – Normal? Never looked so good…

“That’s one way of taking care of it, I suppose,” I say, grabbing another handful of clothes.

“So, what did you do? With your clothes, I mean?” he asks.

“We didn’t wear any.” The look on Liam’s face is priceless.

“Come again?”

“Any soap?” I ask, scanning the empty shelves above the machines, but Liam stares back at me with a vacant look.

“Soap?”

Want another reason right off the bat? It’s romantic and sensual.

Then and only then, do I allow myself a slow run of my tongue along her lower lip, eliciting another breathy sigh that has my already shaky control teetering. My first taste not nearly enough.